The wedding was just a blur to Jean. He was scared that someone would find out who was in that ultra-feminine ensemble and also that he would mess up her part and spoil the whole wedding.Jeff didn't care about this sort of thing as a general rule. How come it made such a difference when he was directly involved, such as being a bridesmaid? Did the wedding clothes change his way of thinking? Would wearing fancy dresses and lingerie make him a fairy or a queer? With Jill's coaching on the way to...

On the ninth Saturday of his ordeal Leslie was allowed to beg the pardon of the women he had wronged. He also kissed hems, licked shoes, carried packages and tended doors. This week was different in two regards, however. First, he was finally allowed to beg Marjorie's pardon. It was to no avail, of course4. The second difference was that his hair ribbons were not the greatly enlarged embroidered versions whose ends lay on his shoulders or fluttered down his back. He was allowed to thank the...

The headmistress proved not only to be a fine exemplar of the beauty she taught, but to be a kind and caring instructress. She game me little peace, but then relaxation and repose were not what I was in school for. I was there to learn the art of beauty and of beauty culture. I was there to claim my right to be beautiful, but I had to learn this art and Madame meant to see that I did. most students had an assigned partner and partners worked on one another in the classroom. My partner was...

He expected to find the red baby doll which she had worn. Instead, there was a beautiful full-length, nylon, white lace nightgown with the expected peignoir, panties and a bra! He stood there stunned. "What is she thinking? It must be a mistake!"He thought about it a bit. "Maybe this is what she meant by 'carrying it a big step further'?" The more he thought about it, the more he figured it might be fun to go along with her this time. He began to put it on. At first, he couldn't work out how...

"I think you have something for my boyfriend," Susan asked the older lady in the shop as Matthew looked at the amazing display of wigs on their stands around the shop. "I promised him he could be someone else this weekend. I think something on the trailer trash style would be about right."Matthew listed in awe, and then it was as if a circuit was turned on in his brain. Things couldn't get worse whatever he did or said. "Sure honey," he said trying to affect a drawl, "I wanted to be, like,...

Mr. Benson was puttering about in his backyard and happened to look over the low fence to see me sitting there having my lunch."Afternoon Teri," he called to me."Good afternoon, Mr. Benson," I called back. "Beautiful day isn't it?""Sure is. Warm enough that we don't need jackets yet. Nice outfit. You look pretty good in it.""Thank you, I feel pretty good in it too.""I take it you're going to be dressing as a woman a bit more now?" he asked. I had finished my soup, so I took my sandwich over th...

Going down stairs, I was glad for the kick slit at the back of the skirt. It was a tight a-line in which, like so many women, I limit-walked. My skirt did not snap by being drawn taut, but I did step out as for as it would allow. I had seen this limit-walking in many women before, and so did not feel self-conscious as long as I did not actually snap my skirt. Of course. out on the street, I also had the sound of the metal taps at the tips of my high heels, as they clicked on the concrete...

I could not resist the offer. Who could? Having decided to take the job, and commit myself to femininity - for a while at least - here was an offer to help me get it right. I was ecstatic. I had discovered quite quickly that I liked what I was doing, I found it becoming more and more compulsive and I knew I didn't want to stop. I told them alll these things and much more. It was wonderful to have friends again.I was sent to dress. This, you have to understand, is never a quick process for a...

"Now beg me sincerely and pathetically to help you 'Barbie'. And if I don't like your efforts, I'm out of here."P...please Joyce, I beg of you, don't leave me here. I will do anything that you say. I will do anything that you want. Please, please don't leave me.""Not bad, hussy, but not good enough. Try calling me Ms. Joyce and don't refer to yourself in the first person anymore. Instead refer to yourself in the third person, Barbie. You aren't important enough to be considered as a real...

"There! Now I'm just a sissy maid," David told himself, suddenly completely into the fantasy. He brushed his hands over the puffy dress and apron. He twirled around, then found a mirror, admiring what he saw from the neck down."Oh god, this is silly." he whispered before putting on his sister's back sholes. "Oh god, I'm done! I'm all dressed like a common woman. The dress, the garter, everything!" He was so excited.David ran to the door, putting his ear up against it, listening for footsteps....

What eluded him was the "why" of the situation. It was obvious that seeing him transformed into a woman was pleasing to her, and that it was a kind of punishment for what she thought he had done to her. What confused him was that his eagerness to get through her punishment as quickly as possible only seemed to increase her delight in the situation. After all, she had put a limitation on her spell (or whatever it was) to make sure that no more than one change took place per day. She had said it...

"... Angela spoke, "I think we can still get you into that job if you're willing to take a chance," she said slowly."What do you mean?" Nick asked looking up at her, his eyes still full with disappointment."Well, you've been studying gender behavior long enough, how would you like to study it from the other side?" she said, studying his reaction."I don't understand," he said."I'll spell it out. I want you to have that job, and I can give it to who ever I want. The person I appoint must be...

"I'm disappearing," Fred mused aloud. "When I look in the mirror, there's someone I don't recognize looking back at me.""That's the general idea" Janet said softly.She was working hard to make sure that he did disappear. Whatever the result, and this was her first attempt on his face, she was intent upon making anything that was familiar to him as different as possible. Pausing only to allow Fred to take in the changes so far, she took the top lashes, and fitted first the right one and then...

She began, "As some of you know, we like to auction class 'C' domestics because it amuses us. Other classes of domestics are usually offered at a set price. Our only stipulation is that all bids begin no lower then ten thousand, which does nothing more than offset our minimum trade-in allowance. Obviously no trade-ins are allowed with these purchases, so keep your old set of wheels in the garage until next lineup."A few of the women chuckled, Mrs. Henry being the loudest also the shortest, as...

The day before the party, things started to happen at breakfast."I thought you might like a pain killer, just to ease your poor legs. They must be sore and stiff." Janet held out a couple of white tablets to Mark. Gratefully, he took them, and swallowed them with his coffee. "They're to be taken every four hours. I'll remember them for you. I wouldn't want to you to be too sore tomorrow.""Is there some sort of competition about his party?" Mark asked. "You seem to be taking it very seriously,...

"Think you'll want to dress up again?""Yeah I think so. One time leads to another, right?""Only if you enjoyed yourself. We did! We're real girls and there is nothing we enjoy more than dressing up and looking as pretty and feminine as we can. None of us is really tall or heavy, so it's fun for us to be the best girls we can be. It's not wrong for any man to enjoy the same things that we do.""How do you know that, Bev? Sure your mother, sister and all of your friends seemed to enjoy seeing me...